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Wishes from the Heart – Chapter 28

He could see the curtains billowing in the dark. The moonlight shone brightly thru the window, the panes open wide. He watched as shadows of the trees outside swayed on the floor, moving with the wind as it howled gently outside. He sighed, closing his eyes and fighting down the wave of tears that seemed to clog his throat. They burned, leaking out of the side of his eyes and he squeezed them shut. A sob escaped him, the final blow that took Trista's life running through his mind again. He watched as her gaze met his, before the life was snuffed out of her forever. He felt the silky tresses of her hair in his hand, his shoulder's bunching as he remembered the look of relief on her face as she died. In the privacy of his own room, he cried. Gut wrenching sobs escaped him, muffling them in his pillow so as not to wake his son, sleeping a couple doors down. The pain in his chest intensified until he couldn't stand it any more, and jumped up.

She was there.

He closed his eyes, and opened them again, thinking that he was dreaming. She was still there, perched on his window sill, a gentle smile on her face. She quietly jumped down, slowly walking towards him. She studied his face for a moment, before reaching up and gently wiping a lone tear away. "Trista," his voice trembled. He saw the emotion swirling in her eyes as she studied him. A shuddering breath went through him.

"How-"

She put a finger to his lips, gazing at them hungrily before pulling his head down to hers. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, lifting her and pressing her to him, in case this was a dream, he didn't want her leaving. He heard her moan deep in her throat, her hands burying themselves in his hair. He turned with her in his arms, gently laying her down on the bed. He pulled back, studying her face, cupping her cheek. She slowly sat up, pulling her top off, her hair cascading down her back as she threw the garment aside. He moaned, swooping in for another kiss, his hand meeting flesh as they roamed over her. She quickly grasped the waist band of his pants, untying the tie and letting them slowly fall down. She wrapped her arms around his neck, nipping his shoulder as he yanked her shoes off, the pants following close behind. She broke off, panting, raising up on her knees as she studied him, her gaze hot. He couldn't look away from her face, afraid he would wake up any moment. She ran her hands up his arms and over his chest, moaning as she felt the muscle jump underneath her hands. She licked his chest. He grabbed her waist, and with a growl, shoved into her, wrapping her legs around his waist, his arms snaking up her back as he held her shoulder's down. She moaned against his mouth as he swooped in for a kiss. He pressed her up against the wall, splaying a hand against the wood as he increased his pace. He covered her shout with his mouth, feeling her clench around him. His hand twirled in her hair, listening as she sighed in satisfaction. She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck, gazing in contempt at his face. She kissed him gently on the lips.

"Where do you think you're going?" he growled as she tried to go around him.

Instead of being offended, like he thought she might, she shot him a grin, her teeth flashing in the dark. He grabbed her by the waist, listening to her low chuckle, and laied her down on the bed. "I love you," he heard her whisper, almost too low for him to catch. He growled, swooping down and capturing her lips as he plunged into her again.

The sunlight streaming into his bedroom woke him up. Goku sighed, lifting an arm and rubbing a hand down his face. He felt worn out. He groaned, looking towards the window, watching as the curtains billowed slightly. What happened last night came back to him with a jolt. He gasped. Was it just a dream! He bolted upright in bed, quickly looking around for a green eyed, brown haired saiyan. Disappointment ran through him a moment later as he gazed at the empty room. Vegeta killed her remember!? She's dead! There's no possible way she could be alive! He sighed, swallowing with difficulty, falling back onto his pillow. His hand brushed something beside him. He looked over. Goku shot up in bed, grabbing the orange top with Trista's name on the back. How did that get here? He scrambled out of bed, frantic. He fell, his legs wrapped in the sheets, before straightening himself up again and studying the bed. It was rumpled, too rumpled for just him to have slept in it. Oh My God! Is she...did she recover? He raced around the room, pulling on clothes before flying out the window. He knew for certainty, and without a doubt.

Last night had been real!

Bulma yelled as Goku landed outside the lab.

"Oh My God! Goku...it's...I don't know how to tell you this, but...Trista's alive!"

Goku studied her for a moment.

"I know," he said quietly.

Bulma's eyes widened. "How-"

She saw his cheeks flush. "Goku!" she smacked his shoulder. "I can't believe you!"

"What!?"

"Here we are, scared to death Trista's on the rampage again, along with her sister, who's missing by the way, and you're sitting here telling me you hooked up with her last night!" Bulma screeched the last part.

Goku winced, not saying anything.

"Have you forgotten what happened, Goku!?"

He frowned at her. "No."

"Well, then what were you thinking-"

"What's going on?" Vegeta asked, walking up.

Bulma poked her chest. "We're sitting here in a panic, while he," she poked Goku in the chest, "Is getting lucky!"

Vegeta looked at him for a moment, and, noticing the flush creeping up his face, smirked. A chuckle escaped a moment later.

"I guess she's not evil anymore?" Vegeta asked, crossing his arms.

A huge grin appeared on Goku's face. "No!" He kept smiling, even when Bulma smacked him on the head.

Vegeta threw his head back and laughed.

Breanna hesitated, looking over at her sister. Trista had a happy smile on her face, almost innocent like. Breanna didn't know how to feel about her sister at the moment.

"Are you sure?"

She watched Trista nod, grabbing her bag and stepping away from the patch of little white flowers at the edge of the forest, hidden by a clump of tall weeds and a huge tree trunk that seemed to encircle the patch. Trista hugged her. She took another step back, slinging the bag over one shoulder and smiling at her sister.

"I'm home."

Breanna's eyes filled with tears at that statement. Her lower lip trembled, knowing that this might be the last she saw her sister for a long time. She stepped towards her and wrapped her arms around her, fiercely hugging her.

"Hey!" Trista said softly, "It's not the last time your going to see me! You'll be back!"

Breanna hiccuped, wiping a tear from her cheek.

"I know. It's just...I thought we would be doing this together!"

Her sister smiled gently. "You'll be back," she said again, with great conviction.

"I'll try to come back as soon as I can! You know, just to check on you!" Breanna laughed a little, "what are big sister's for!"

They both hugged each other again, holding on a moment longer than necessary, before stepping back. Breanna watched as Trista settled the bag on her shoulder once more, turning and walking through the woods. Breanna felt her breath hitch as she stared at the spot Trista was at moments ago, before looking behind her and gazing at the patch of flowers.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped into them.